You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) *he give a hearty smile to the old woman* "Well my friend I do not know how you recognize me, but if you seek to know my story then I see no problem sharing it with you! *he takes a seat* "You may already know it, but my name is Rorrid! Rorrid Olsfenson. I Hail from the island of Storheim! specifically the town of Shaelheim! My parents are fishermen, loveliest people Youd ever meet, if you ever end up there tell them your a friend! anyways sorry, I've gone of track!" *he chuckles* "as you probably tell I did not choose to stay there. I was different you see, an adventurous child! Mother always said I take after my grandfather, Ormgar earlfson. He was a great and mighty berserker! A man of great strength and honor! I wanted to be just like him, And I still do to this day! so at the age of 12 I picked up an axe and started swinging! training as much as I could between my daily chores. When I reached the age of 17 my hunger for adventure and grown to ravenous! I needed to see the world and find an adventure to go on! so I said to goodbye to my mother and father, and took but a simple fishing boat and made it my mighty vessel! I traveled north! it was a long journey I tell you! I made it far into the sea before a great storm took my boat to watery grave. When I awoke found myself on a beach, having been floated to shore by pieces of broken timber. and since I awoke on that beach I've been able to feed my adventurous spirit quite well. I'd tell you these tales but I believe I'm going to need to find a drink for that one! *he stands up from his cushion and gives a small nod* Ill return to you soon my friend! for I have enjoyed this simple story telling! *with that he makes his way out of the tent to search for a drink. with his mind occupied, it might be some time before rorrid returns to that tent.*
